Actually I hate pickles but I'm afraid of pickles but my husband loves them. The rule is he has to get his own pickles out of the fridge and he cannot eat them near me. And the pickles have to be in the jar tightly closed and then put that jar in a bag so that in case the jar breaks the bag will be there. Also it has to be on the bottom back of the fridge so that I can't accidentally touch it. I'm that bad LOL
Long story short
When I was about 8 or 9 my aunt forced me to eat a spoon of tuna fish by shoving the spoon so hard into my mouth it chipped a tooth. I vomited all over myself and the floor. She made me clean it up on my hands and knees than forced me to wear my still vomit covered clothes to bed with out cleaning myself up of dinner.
Since than I am deadly afraid of Mayo mustard and pickles.
When I was about 8 or 9 my aunt forced me to eat a spoon of tuna fish by shoving the spoon so hard into my mouth it chipped a tooth. I vomited all over myself and the floor. She made me clean it up on my hands and knees than forced me to wear my still vomit covered clothes to bed with out cleaning myself up of dinner.
Since than I am deadly afraid of Mayo mustard and pickles.